Once there was a crow who had
grown so thirsty he could barely crow. He flew down to a big
pitcher where he had gotten a drink of water the day before, but there
was only a little bit of water remaining at the bottom. He tried
and tried to reach it with his beak, but the pitcher was too deep and
his beck was too short. But just as he was about to give up, he
knew what to do. He flew back and forth from the garden to the
pitcher until his was able to drink easily from the pitcher while
sitting on its edge.WHAT DID THE CROW DO???